As Carlos appeared, the air in the room seemed to freeze.
"Father, it looks like we had the same idea."
Carlos's voice was low and powerful, tinged with a bit of irony.
His gaze swept between Evan Palmer and Adam Willow, and suddenly he felt it absurd that these two standing together looked more like father and son than he did.
Evan Palmer's face was ashen, and his fingers unconsciously gripped the edge of the file bag.
"Carlos!"
Evan Palmer slammed the documents onto the table, his voice trembling with anger,
"How dare you collaborate with Tempest Capital behind the board's back?"
Carlos's lips curled slightly,
"It seems you've forgotten something."
He tapped his fingertips on the document,
"Carter Automotive was originally my private asset. Grandfather has already transferred all the shares to me, I've completed the privatization process, and the remaining shares have nothing to do with the main company?"
Adam Willow's pupils suddenly contracted.
"In other words,"
